Her eyes were as clear as a puddle of autumn water. They were not as beautiful as a mortal, but more like an angel who had fallen into the world of mortals. We are in the world of mortals, yet we are born from the mud and remain unsullied. Where does the love of a person like her belong? An ancient emperor, now a killer. And as a killer, can she find her destiny? Can you see through it?
I am a person in the game, but I feel like an outsider...